Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1215 | 2021-11-02 15:23:45 | 52.74 | 97% |
| 167 | 2021-07-23 14:23:59 | 42.41 | 96% |